Twisted

You think you hear demons
I think we are the demons
In this place
Where the images are born
You  remember your childhood
Oh…
In fiery sequences
The sun goes down
Filling the air with colors
And winds
That lift you up to god
That’ll lift you up to god

You fall to your knees
You embrace the storm
You no longer care
If it’s cold, or if it’s warm
You live for the danger
Like your passion and your anger
You don’t let go

You like to be twisted
By the force
You like to be shaken
By the wind
In this game that you play with god
You’ve been warned to retreat

You take it to the limit
The winds come up
Crazy men, crazy women
Crying out for love
You’d like to save her
But you just can’t give it up
You’d rather be wrapped up
In the arms of a storm
You’d rather be wrapped up
In the arms of a storm

Cray men, crazy women
In the storm
And the sun goes down
Chasing down he demons
You think you hear demons
Chasing down the demons
Crying out for love

Well, you’d rather be wrapped up
In the arms up a storm
Chasing down the demons
Chasing the demons down